Night Owl Clan

In the void, the Mystic Water Crocodile likewise discovered pursuers closing in from behind.

His towering figure came to a halt. He reached back, took the Black Wolf Tooth Greatclub from his shoulder, and cast a cold gaze behind him.

"Demon brother, please do not misunderstand. This Saint Son followed you with no ill intent. I merely wished to make your acquaintance."

Saint Son Di Chen hurriedly waved his hands as he spoke.

Hearing this, the Mystic Water Crocodile stopped what he was doing and said indifferently to him:

"This Seat has no interest in you."

"If you keep following me, do not blame me for being impolite."

The smile on Saint Son Di Chen's face instantly stiffened. No one had ever dared to reject him so bluntly.

Anger immediately surged within him, and he said to the Mystic Water Crocodile, "Hmph! I gave you face, yet you are so incapable of appreciating kindness."

"Do not think that merely controlling some rudimentary bloodline power gives you the right to look down on everyone."

With that, the two disagreed and began fighting fiercely in the sky.

Behind Saint Son Di Chen, the phantom of an owl-headed Feathered True Spirit emerged, carrying an innate aura of kingship.

It could control the black flames within its body, shaping them into all manner of bizarre divine ability attacks.

The Mystic Water Crocodile had originally intended to follow Qin Ming's instructions and leave this place, but he had not expected to be entangled by this Demon Race Saint Son.

He could easily defeat great demons of the same realm with common bloodlines. Even Demon Race members one or two minor realms above him were no match for a single exchange.

But Saint Son Di Chen was different. He too possessed a high-grade True Spirit Bloodline,